Title: Vegas Love
Author: Jillian Dodd
Release Date: November 24, 2015
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Hollywood actress, Ashlyn Roberts, just had the worst week of her life. Her ex released a sex tape of them and just when she was convinced her current boyfriend was a keeper for standing by her side, he breaks up with her at a friend’s wedding. She’s planning to drown her sorrows in booze when she meets a sexy stranger as she’s leaving the wedding and they end up in Vegas, married.
Cash Crawford is offered a dream job working with his brother as a junior talent agent. He’ll put his shiny new law degree to good use and make a bunch of money in the process. His first task is simple: Keep Ashlyn Roberts out of trouble and don’t sleep with her.
Which might be kind of tough, since they definitely consummated their Vegas wedding.
Will this one night stand end in the quickie divorce they promised each other? Or will they realize they got lucky in love?
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EXCERPT
She pulls me into a
limo. “Where are we going?” I ask. Not that I care. At this point, I’d go just
about anywhere with this girl. She’s amazing. And I don’t just mean the
sex—which was practically mind-blowing. She’s gorgeous and funny as shit.
“Vegas.”
“I’m surprised you’d
want to go there after—” She grabs my lips in her fingertips and shuts them,
giving me fish lips.
“Rule number one,”
she says. “No talking about the past. Other than I’m going to say that the last
two times I’ve been in Vegas have been big disappointments. Give me a minute. I
need to make a call.”
“Who are you
calling?”
“Carter Crawford. He
doesn’t know it yet, but we’re going to borrow his plane. I happen to know he’s
not leaving here until tomorrow afternoon. Do you know him?”
“The best man?” I
ask. I consider telling her that I know Carter quite well, since he’s my
brother, but I don’t. She wants a no-names-kind-of night. Which is funny
considering everyone knows the actress Ashlyn Roberts, who’s well-known for her
blockbuster movie roles, red carpet antics, and bubbly personality.
“After the breakup
with Luke and before I started dating Zach, Carter took me to Vegas,” she says,
causing me to tense up. Just the thought of her fucking anyone other than
me—particularly my brother—threatens to rip me apart. How can I possibly feel
so crazy jealous over her already? It was just sex. Wasn’t it? “I thought our
trip would be romantic with a whole lot of hot and sweaty, you know, but
nothing happened between us. His brother, Cade, is my agent, and he was just
trying to cheer me up.”
I breathe easier,
then let my lips graze down her neck. “If hot, sweaty, romantic Vegas is what
you want, Hotass. It’s what you’ll get.”
“I need a wig
though.”
“Why?”
“So no one recognizes
me, silly. I have a fake ID. Sometimes, I just want to go out without it being
a scene. Tonight is one of those nights.”
“I bet we can find
you a wig in Vegas.”
“Ha, you’re right,”
she says as I pull her on my lap and kiss her again.
We fuck on the plane.
Twice.
Drink some more.
When we land in
Vegas, we go directly to a store where she sends me in to buy a wig.
“What kind?” I ask.
“Long and blond.”
“Hot,” I say.
“While you do that,
I’ll get us set up in a hotel.”
When I get back in
the town car, she tells the driver which hotel to take us to.
“I’ve never stayed
here before,” she says, pulling on the wig. “You go get the key, okay? I told
them your name was Harry Tripping and not to ask for ID.”
“That’s funny.”
“Only the best for
our wild one-night stand.”
A butler appears out
of nowhere. “Anything you need?”
“Nothing he can’t
give me,” she says, pulling on my tie and giving me a naughty grin.
I send the butler
away then lead her over to the windows. “Look at this view.”
“Ohmigawd! Look! The
Bellagio fountains are starting!” She leans against the glass and looks down.
“Wow. This is kinda trippy.”
I push my hips into
her ass, somehow ready for round—hell, I lost count. Two times at the wedding,
a blow job in the limo, joined the mile high club twice, so round—six. Doesn’t
matter though, my Johnson is raring to go. I wrap my arms around her waist,
kiss her neck, and finger her while she watches the fountains rise. She reaches
back and slides her hand down my pants.
“You’re hard again,”
she says, seemingly surprised.
“You turn me on,” I
whisper.
“Do me right here. I
feel like I should say your name—but this is a still a no-names-kind-of night,
right?”
“That’s what you
wanted. I’m still calling you Hotass because, you”—I lift her skirt, slide off
her panties, and slap her naked butt—“have a very hot ass.”
“Oh!” she says when I
spank her. She guides me into her and as I start thrusting, she bends over
more—putting her arms out and her hands flat against the glass.
“This is like a
fantasy,” she says, moving against me in time with the fountains. “Do you think
when they do the big finale you can come?”
“I’d rather make you
come.”
“Spank me again,
then.”
I pull back, but not
out, giving myself just enough space to smack her ass before plunging deep
inside her.
“Oh, god! Do it
harder! Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
And just before the
fountains stop, she collapses against the window.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jillian Dodd grew up
on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and
Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the
University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to
marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two
amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named
Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy. She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The
Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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